//erik (a_window__story) wrote in lovegetsknifed_,

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The Terminal Velocity of Love

In this room,
With these whispered hearts;
You hear prayers for silence.

In this room,
With flower pots bearing white lilacs;
You hear a dream come true.

These are our hearts,
A romantic marathon at 32 beats per second,
A race to see who falls first-
Love verses gravity.

So I make my retreat;
Love comes back to the streets
On these wet-soled eves where
These depressed clouds weep all-over this depressed town.

And if this street, lit by lamp posts at dusks first veil of stars;
Like lined torches of a mausoleum,
Cannot penetrate the blindfold on these tired eyes,
Then was it really worth it?

In this room,
With flower pots bearing purple lilacs;
You hear a newborn at play.

We’re on the receiver,
But I am the receiver.

The string is taut;
The cold metal pressing hard this temple like a gun--
A child’s play-thing should not be so violent.

How can we speak,
Let alone look;
Like erected criminals, shamed and blindfolded at the stake.
Fire on this broken heart.

In your room it was worth the memories of sound--
The deceit of heavy breathing;
Cacophonously personified by the scratch of a needle,
As our kisses played out our love song.

Out on this street it was worth the memories of sight--
The treachery of sunsets,
Drastically, and oh so dramatically hanged,
By a thread in a victimless crime.

A needle and a thread;
To stitch up the hearts greatest wound?
Not but the small steps of realization:
A needle and a thread;
To stitch up a lining in a casket.

This is a needle and thread;
This is incarnation;
This is fabricated hope;
A real-life Pandora.
Hearts on tethers are meant to be swung at.

The terminal velocity of love;
Or aptly titled ‘The Story Of Our Controlled Decent.’
Anticipation is a luxury when you’re waiting for love.
Love lets you die,
Without first asking for your permission.

by erik snavely

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    So, summer is nearing an end. And what've we got to show for it? The BEST we can do for our wee little community is say what we have done all summer.…

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